Author Archives: Zoe Mercer-Golden

Penning “I” is a tool of exploration.

How many more cases of sexual violence will need to take place on our campus — and how many more made public — before Yale enacts more accessible, consistent and compassionate procedures?

When I was young, I overlooked the tension that inevitably comes when three generations of Jews spend time under the same roof. Now, I live those complications.

As a community, we are responsible for safeguarding the works that defined moments and peoples in the past.

Some of us have found jobs we’re excited about; many — including me — haven’t.

I am worried that I will lose that sense of personal autonomy if I go home to the relationships that already exist there.

Yale needs to rethink its senior class gift, by re-evaluating how competition-focused it’s become and allowing students to tailor the experience of giving to their own priorities.

Did you know that millennia of scholarship occurred without footnotes?

In order to ensure an end to conflict in the Middle East, and in order to avoid waking up every morning to bloody headlines, we have to help build a better Middle East: one in which everyone who wants a job has one, all children (including girls) are educated, and all citizens have access to the resources they so desperately need.

I contend that it is possible to believe in God, read the Bible and be an American without needing to choose amongst these three identities — I do. But it requires a little more intellectual effort, and a little more self-reflection, than many seem willing to put in.

Whenever election season rolls around, I can’t help but think of the TV show “The West Wing” (and it would appear that other YDN columnists feel the same). I inevitably compare all political candidates to Jed Bartlett, the idealistic, wildly intellectual president on the show, and his group of brilliant, irreverent aides. I don’t think »

Maybe it’s strange that art historical criticism and the internet would lead me to write about community, so forgive me: I’ve been stuck inside for more hours than I care to think about, and ideas are coalescing in my brain out of sheer desperation. While sitting inside this past Monday, I read — a lot. »